Fear.

Yan Hang has always been reluctant to face emotions.

scared.

Every time he was left alone in the house, every time he left a strange city that he had not yet become familiar with, every time he looked forward and didn't look back, it was blank.

All his emotions ebb and flow because of the appearance and disappearance of Dad.

Except for the present, Dad never mentioned a single word about the future and the past, and he could only try to tell himself that nothing was needed.

They are a pair of father and son who walk in this world in a dashing manner, wandering around the world, living arrogantly and wantonly, without even the slightest influence of the world.

free.

First time envious.

In fact, the envy of the first day is just imagination.

There is no place to come, no return, such freedom, would anyone really envy it?

Yan Hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad likes curry, sprinkled it with cheese, and put it in the oven together.

After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven in a trance.

No matter what, as long as Dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like cheese on the surface of baked rice.

"Do you remember when you were a kid?" Dad leaned against the kitchen door.

"I don't seem to remember it before elementary school." Yan Hang said that his father suddenly mentioned such words, which made him flustered for a while. He didn't have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.

"When I first brought you out, your noodles were undercooked. Two people, you cooked a big pot, the water was dry, and the noodles were still raw." Dad smiled.

"Ah," Yan Hang laughed after thinking about it, looking back at his father, "You don't teach me either."

"I don't know how to teach it myself. You are really self-taught about cooking, and you don't even have an enlightenment teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette, "Do you want it?"

"What are you smoking while cooking?" Yan Hang said.

"It's very particular." Dad said with a smile.

There was a long silence after that. When the oven dinged, Yan Hang looked back and saw that his father was still leaning against the kitchen door, but when he turned around, his father didn't notice, and looked out the window in a daze.

"Okay." Yan Hang said.

"Xiang." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Yan Hang took out the baked rice and put it on the coffee table, and sat beside him.

Local news was broadcast on the TV. The two of them sat on the sofa with a bowl and watched TV while eating. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang's memory for many years.

Under normal circumstances, don’t speak. think about it after eating. Sometimes Yan Hang will wash the bowl after the aftertaste. Let Dad say a few words at will, and he will translate it into English.

It's the same today, except that he didn't read two pages for a long time while sitting on the sofa holding the book.

The book under the coffee table has been moved by Dad. The envelope he was in the book must have been taken away by Dad. This is always the case. No matter where he puts the letter, Dad can find it and take it away. .

Of course, there are only a few places where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in a strange house, and things can only be hidden in his own belongings.

In the past, every time Dad took the letter, life would return to normal.

But today is different this time, and it's still a feeling that can't tell.

Yan Hang is a very sensitive person who can perceive many details and emotions. His father also praised him: "Our prince's insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"

He wished that he was a dull person who could not feel anything, and would not be afraid of anything.

In fact, it's not that he didn't have any guesses about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination to arrange many cool careers for his father.

SWAT, special agent, undercover, killer, ghost hunter...

After that, stopped thinking about it.

He had to face and ignore the reality that Dad couldn't have any career, and the way he got his money back wasn't necessarily glorious.

As for the reason, he can only wait.

Been waiting until now.

His unease reached its peak today.

Fear.

It's his emotion that he has always been reluctant to show people easily, even if it's his father, he doesn't want to.

He is Yan Hang, the prince who has been arrogant since childhood and will not be afraid of anyone.

"Remember your grandma and grandpa?" Dad suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Yan Hang didn't react. Grandma and grandpa were like mothers, and they had almost no impression, only vague afterimages in some very unpleasant dreams.

Apart from these, he usually doesn't think about it at all.

Even when he heard his father talking about his grandmother, his first reaction was the white-faced old lady of the first family, Wowormmei.

"Grandma passed away last year, grandpa was last month," Dad said, "actually not very old."

Yan Hang looked at him and didn't know what to say.

He only knew that his father was an orphan. He had no grandparents. As for grandma and grandpa, he had never thought about it at all. Now that he suddenly mentioned it, he had no emotion and could not respond.

"Did I never mention it to you," Dad tilted his head, "I miss your mother very, very, very..."

Yan Hang was stunned.

When he said the three words of your mother, he saw tears in Dad's eyes.

It was the first time in his memory that he saw his father's tears.

"Old Yan," he was a little overwhelmed, "you..."

Dad smiled and looked at him: "You don't look like your mother at all. It's not enough to watch you miss her."

"Didn't I accidentally look too much like you?" Yan Hang said.

In fact, he had the same thoughts as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find the shadow of his mother by removing the part that resembled his father, but he was unsuccessful.

He looks so much like his father that sometimes he thinks that maybe he was born by his father himself.

"I shouldn't go out for a while," Dad lit a cigarette and put his eyes back on the TV, "I hope you don't cook the same way every day, or I'll break up with you."

"Well." Yan Hang smiled.

At about ten o'clock, Dad suddenly turned his head to look at the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

"It's the first day of the first year," Yan Hang said softly, "he came to ask me to run."

"It doesn't take long to run," Dad said. "Let him stop trying, just jump, jump high or something."

"Then tell him." Yan Hang stood up and went over to open the door.

On the first day of junior high, he stood outside the door wearing a one-size-down tracksuit and the pair of NBs. According to the image Yan Hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.

After seeing his father, he smiled: "Uncle, hello uncle."

"Running?" Dad said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Running is good, running can make you grow taller," Dad pointed to Yan Hang, "When he was your age, he was only one meter four..."

"What about the trust between father and son?" Yan Hang turned to look at his father in shock.

"It's just running every day, and then swish swish," Dad gestured, "it just stretches, it's amazing."

"It's amazing, strange." Chu Yi laughed.

"Walk around," Yan Hang changed his shoes and turned around when he went out, "Do you have a late-night snack? There are quite a lot of barbecues on the jogging side."

"Roasted wings, roasted sausages, roasted tendons, duck necks..." Dad quickly reported a bunch.

Yan Hang ignored him and closed the door. He continued to shout from inside, "Look if there is a duck tongue with salt and pepper—remember to bring beer—"

"One meter, four." The first day looked at him and sighed.

"How about a draw?" Yan Hang said.

"I'm really long, I'm getting taller." Chu Yi said.

"I don't see it. Ignore this invisible growth rate for now." Yan Hang looked at the top of his head, his hair was a bit long in the first day of the new year, and when the wind blew, there were two strands of hair on the top of his head, as if he was about to dance Standing there, I don't think I have the money to get a haircut.

"I was taller than when I was in New Year, five centimeters taller." The first day of the first year jumped.

"Congratulations," Yan Hang sincerely congratulated, "then how short you must be."

"It's not the same as you were back then," said the first day.

"Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao's team tomorrow." Yan Hang looked at him.

"No, letter," shook his head on the first day of the first day, "Li, Zihaoying, no English, pass, you can't communicate."

"Damn," Yan Hang laughed, "Are you good at English?"

"I didn't, didn't pass, the subjects, subjects." The first day of the first year answered honestly.

"...Then there's no drama in Pugao?" Yan Hang thought for a while, "Secondary school? Vocational high school?"

"I want to work, work." Chu Chu whispered.

Yan Hang glanced at him and said nothing.

For a child like the first year of junior high school, school should not be attractive to him. Maybe it is his most urgent need to be able to go to work and get rid of that environment.

"My mother, Ken, must be angry." Chu Yi said.

"Your family is very funny, you don't care about anything," Yan Hang said. "You still have so many demands. Did you pick it up? Or adopted it?"

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "I mean it, accident, my mother didn't want me, she wanted to read it by herself, and she didn't finish it."

"...Oh." Yan Hang was stunned, raised his hand and scratched his head twice.

There are a lot of people running in the place today, all of them are runners with headphones and equipment. Yan Hang looks very comfortable and has a real feeling.

On the first day of the first year, as usual, he ran and ran next to him, and Yan Hang went over and pulled him back to the middle of the runway.

"Drink, drink?" Chu Yi asked after running for an hour to rest.

"Run every day and drink every day," Yan Hang said, "Do you have a lot of pocket money?"

"Please, I," said the first day of the first day, "tomorrow, I will drink plain water."

Yan Hang smiled for a long time: "What would you like to drink?"

"Lemon tea." Chu Yi replied.

Yan Hang bought him lemon tea, and asked for a can of Coke himself. While sitting by the river and drinking, a strong gust of wind blew over. On the first day of the first year, he scratched the hair on his head that was blown up.

Yan Hang looked at the hair on his forehead that looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and couldn't help reaching out to help him, but found that it was still the same as if it had been bitten by a dog.

He hadn't noticed before that the hair of the first year was this virtue.

He thought for a while and asked, "Have you ever been asked for trouble and robbed of money?"

"People are in the river, the rivers and lakes are floating," took a sip of lemon tea on the first day of the first year, "How can you not be robbed."

"Is it robbed of pocket money and no money for a haircut?" Yan Hang asked.

"I, all the time, cut it myself." The first day of the first year replied very calmly.

Yan Hang heard a hint of smugness in his tone: "Ah, do you still think your craftsmanship is good?"

"This is a sense of hierarchy." On the first day of the first year, he pinched the hair on his forehead and tugged it.

"Yeah," Yan Hang looked at him, "It's quite classy."

The first day of the first day smiled, and after a while, he asked a little embarrassedly: "Ugly?"

"It's not ugly, thanks to your good looks." Yan Hang said.

"Anyway, I don't usually, people look at me." On the first day of the first day, he took a sip of lemon tea.

"I see, I have to watch every day when I run," Yan Hang sighed, "I just want to get a haircut tomorrow, let's go together."

The first time did not speak.

"I have a card," Yan Hang said again, "you can use my card."

"No, no," the first day of the first year was silent for a while before opening his mouth: "I can help you, I can't help you, what's the matter."

"Otherwise," Yan Hang reacted, this behavior that he didn't feel at all would probably put pressure on the first day of junior high school, he took out his mobile phone and opened the calendar, "I'm going to work tomorrow, and I'll be off work on Monday, March, and Friday. In the evening, help me run errands and buy groceries."

At first glance at him.

Yan Hang felt that he was really inexperienced in getting along with "friends".

Stiff and awkward.

So shut up.

"Then when you want to buy or buy vegetables," said the first day, "just tell me in advance."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, thought about it, then covered his eyes and sighed, "Fuck, I'm embarrassed."

Laughed at first.

"Laugh a fart." Yan Hang said.

"Yan Hang, you are special, okay." Chu Yi said.

"I know this." Yan Hang said.

The first one laughed again and again.

When he went back, Yan Hang went to the barbecue shop next to him. Dad didn't want a lot of things, but he also bought a lot. When he was about to get home, he went to the supermarket to buy two beers.

"Go to my house for barbecue?" Yan Hang looked at the first year of the first year, "I'll process these food later."

"Okay." Chu Yi didn't hesitate at all.

"Upright," Yan Hang patted his shoulder, "I just like you."

"I want to follow and stay with you." Chu Yi said.

"Really," Yan Hang smiled, "I have to tell my dad that magic can't attract girls, only little boys."

"Can you teach, teach me?" asked the first day.

"Who do you want to drink?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"No," Chu Yi raised his hand and moved his fingers, "I think it's very, very cool."

"I'll teach you later, it's very simple, you just have to practice." Yan Hang said.

"Well." On the first day of the first day, he nodded happily, raising his hands and moving his fingers back and forth along the way.

When they got home, Dad had already packed the coffee table, and the induction cooker and pan were ready. This was their habit.

Both he and his father love to eat barbecue, but they usually don't eat it outside.

"Come on, sit here on the first day of the first year," Dad took the stool for the first day of the first year, "Can I have some beer?"

"Lick, lick, lick." Chu Yi said.

"Then I have to lick two or three cans." Dad said.

"Don't teach bad children," Yan Hang took three plates and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, and put a small piece of butter in it. "This one is especially fragrant with butter."

On the first day of the first day, I went to the pot and smelled it: "Fragrant."

I like this scene of sitting around the table at home, without pressure, full of complaints and dissatisfaction, eating barbecue and drinking wine in a hurry, like it very much.

There is a similar scene at Grandpa's house, but Grandpa's house is too far away. He spends a few days a year at most during the summer vacation, and has to endure the curse of his grandmother for a month about him being a white-eyed wolf. .

Yan Hang's father was a little childish. When he faced him in the first day, he didn't face the pressure of his elders and was very relaxed.

He could not say a word and listen to Yan Hang chatting casually with him.

very interesting.

Very happy and warm.

"How is your mother's cooking skills?" Yan Hang's father asked him.

"One pot, stewed pie." said the first day.

Yan Hang's father laughed: "Xiaojiba is so poor."

"I thought your grandma was cooking at your house," Yan Hang said, "don't you say your mother is very busy."

"Grandma is also busy." Chu Yi sighed.

Busy arguing, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.

"Come to us if you are greedy," Yan Hang's father took a sip of beer, "We have good food and wine, and there are no rules."

"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded with a smile.

This late-night snack was very refreshing. I didn't know that I could eat it so much on the first day of the new year, nor that Yan Hang's father and son could eat it so well. After drinking the beer, they had almost eaten the barbecue.

"There are two more chicken wings and one intestine, so I can finish it." Yan Hang's father took the bag and poured it into the pot.

The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel rods that Yan Hang threw in the outer layer of the bag fell out.

"Yo, amulet." Yan Hang's father picked up the steel rod and placed it on the coffee table.

"I have," Chu Yi smiled, "Yan Hang gave me one, one."

"Really," Yan Hang's father laughed, "I tell you, this works very well."

"Yeah," Chu nodded, "Yesterday was bad, I almost gave up, my mother spent, spent, and I was so anxious."

Yan Hang glanced at him: "If you spend it, you can spend it, just find another one."

"No, no, it's the same," said the first day, "that is... just no, the same."

"Then you have to keep it," Yan Hang said happily, "They all look the same, you can't find them if you mix them up."

When he said this on the first day of the first day, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.

"Give it to me," Yan Hang probably saw his nervousness and stretched out to him, "I'll process it for you."

"How do you add it, work?" Chu Chu took out a steel shovel and put it in his hand.

"Wait," Yan Hang stood up, "Old Yan, where's the little piece of leather you picked up?"

"It's thrown on the table in the room." Yan Hang's father said.

Yan Hang entered the room and didn't come out for a long time.

On the first day of the first day, Yan Hang and his father ate up the barbecue, and chatted for a long time. Yan Hang came out and put the steel rod on the coffee table in front of him: "This way, I won't lose it."

At first glance, was stunned.

Gang Jun'er put on a small leather jacket.

Two thin dark brown leather belts were crossed and wound around the steel rod, the back was cushioned with a small piece of leather cut into a circle, glued together, and a thin leather rope was worn on it, which could be like a necklace The same is worn around the neck.

"Good-looking," the first day of the first year was a little surprised, looking at Yan Hang, "Did you do it?"

"It's easy to do, just cut the skin and stick it," Yan Hang said with a smile, "If you don't dare to wear it around your neck, wrap it around your wrist, or hide it if you don't dare, you won't mess with other steel rods anyway. messed up."

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he held the steel scorpion in his hand, and only put it in his pocket when he got up and went home.

Yan Hang never thought that anyone would care so much about a steel scorpion.

"Brother Xiaotian, send him off." Dad leaned on the sofa and instructed. "There seems to be no lights on that section of the road."

"It's okay," the first day of the first year was a little embarrassed, "I am a man."

"Let's go, I'll stroll for a while." Yan Hang said.

Dad knew that he was always bullied on the first day of the first day of the new year. Now that it is warmer, the nightlife of the little hooligans and gangsters has just begun. It is estimated that he is afraid that he will be defeated when he returns home after a happy first day.

After walking through the road without street lights with the first day of the first year, the first day of the first year pointed to an old building in front of me and said, "My house is there."

"Yeah." Yan Hang looked at it and didn't know which building he was referring to, but he knew that he should not want people to approach his house on the first day of the first year, so he stopped.

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

"There's a lot of nonsense, come back." Yan Hang said.

"If there is, one day," Chu Yi looked at him, "if you leave, I will miss you very much."

Yan Hang smiled.

The first day of the first year also smiled, came over and grabbed his hand, shook it lightly, turned and walked quickly.